Ticci Toby's POV

    I didn't sleep much last night. My lovely tics decided they didn't want to give me a fucking break, and kept me up all night! I look over to my phone lying face up on my bedside table, 4:24. I mean...it's early enough! Moving my quilt and fuzzy blankets out of the way, I jump out of the bed and start to walk to the bathroom. I try to be quiet so I don't wake up Jack, but as I look over to his side of the room, instead of finding a sleeping Jack I see a neatly made, empty bed.

    After I get done showering, brushing my teeth, and getting ready for the day, I walk to the main room, hoping that the fact that it is 4:56 means no residents will be up. As I enter the main room, however, I see that I'm wrong. The one and only Eyeless Jack is sitting on the smaller of the three couches, leaning his head back, looking very relaxed.

    "What are you doing up so early?" Jack asks, looking around to make sure no one else is around, before slipping off his mask.

    I've never seen him without his mask, I don't think anyone has, but he was rather...attractive. He had a sharp jawline, gray, soft looking skin, and messy black hair.

    "I co-could ask th-e s-same of you!" I teased, sitting down beside him.

    "Well, after the millionth time hearing 'Gay bitch!', 'Jack!', and other things, I figured I would leave," he says, with a small laugh.

    "Sorry..." I apologize, trailing off.

    "It's okay, I know you can't help it," he says softly.

    -I throw my head to the side, making my neck crack- "Does that not...hurt, you know your tics and all?" he asks, looking at me with a concerned expression.

    "I ca-can't feel -Gay bitch!- pain," I say, laughing a little after my tic.

    "That explains why Slender Man always sends you on all those crazy missions no one else will take," he clarifies more to himself.

    We sat there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, but no, we couldn't stay that way, no it just had to be ruined by my shitty tics! -I started making popping noises with my mouth, which is a common tic of mine.-

    "I think that one is my favorite," Jack says, in almost a whisper.

    "What, be-because it's quiet?" I ask, laughing sadly.

    "No...it's...well it's cute..." he says, putting his mask back on to cover what I thought was blush.

    "N-no one ha-as ever th-though my t-t-tic were cute, ju-st annoying," I say, smiling to myself, I could feel heat rising in my cheeks.

    However, the universe hates me, and loves to make my life miserable. I am reminded of this when my least favorite psycho, Jeff The fucking Killer, walks into the room.

    "Oh, what do we have here! Let's see, is that Mr. I-Won't-Talk-To-Anyone and Twitchy!" Jeff exclaims, sitting in between us.

    -I jerk my head to the side harshly, I have constant tics, but they get worse when I'm nervous, flustered, angry, and sad.- "What's with your neck?" Jeff teased, with a smirk on his face, he knows about my tics, he's just being a dick.

    "Jeff, yo-your -Jack!- s bi-b-bitch!" I spit out, as he evilly smirks at my new tic.

    "I forgot BEN played that little prank on you!" Jeff laughs.

    "It wasn't that funny," I mumble under my breath.

  "What do you think of Ticci's new twitch, Jack?" Jeff asks Jack, but he says nothing.

    "Aww, are you shy?" Jeff teases.

Eyeless Jack's POV

    "You never do talk, do you? You know, no one has ever seen your face, is it ugly...horrifying?"

    This hurt. I've always been insecure about my face, even before the...accident.

    "Jeff! Sh-shut the f-fuck up!" Toby shouts at Jeff, as he grabs my hand and drags me away from Jeff.

    His hands were surprisingly soft, very scared, but soft. I'm pretty sure almost every bit of the skin on his hands are scared, and I'm almost positive most of them he gave himself.

    Toby led us past our room, but I don't even think he noticed. Finally, we stopped in an abandoned corridor and sat down.

    "Thanks," I say, leaning my head against the wall.

    "No prob-blem,"

    -Toby scrunches up his nose and slammed his head against the wall.- Obviously it doesn't hurt, but it must be uncomfortable, so I grab his hand, hoping it will help a little.

    -He starts doing that mouth popping tic that I thought was really cute.- I poke his cheek lightly, Toby giggled a little.

    "I-I'm so tired!" he complained, and whined.

    "Well, then we better head back to our room, don't we?" I ask teasingly, but then I felt a weight on my shoulder. I looked down to see Toby asleep on my shoulder. Cute.

    I pick him up and carry him to our room. Once I get three, I lay him on his bed, which is a messy nest of quilts, fluffy blankets, and stuffed animals. How does he not sweat profusely at night? Anyways, I laid Toby in bed, I fell asleep in my own bed.

    The last thing on my mind is Toby's cute face.

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